Feeling childlike, lost in the
woods. Needing to act like
a man to find my way
out. Hard decisions need to be made
like in the poems of Frost and Coleridge. Nature
can be romantic this time of day, but treacherous at night. Monsters
awaken to soft tippy toes then
strike subtle weakness'. Eating berries of poison for survival
but no one showed you the difference, s0 you
may not be here for the second coming of the valley of the death
march. Maybe we can watch from the cheap
seats. Does anyone really win at this game
called LIFE or is it all
just game inside game inside
psychobabblification
made to make us think
the woods aren't a safe
place to crash. Seems it would be
because of the dead
leaves.
Monday, July 5, 2010
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